Quotes About Philosophy

Why is it that the beautiful things are entwined more deeply with death than with life?

Would you ask a man who bags groceries if he fears death not because it is death but because there are still some interesting groceries he would like to bag?

The reason dying is so easy is because death has no meaning... And the reason death has no meaning is because life has no meaning. All the same, have fun!

Why is such a bad thing to die?

I have no interest in dying.But I have to. I have to care one day about things that don't matter to me.

I know it is coming, and I do not fear it, because I believe there is nothing on the other side of death to fear

If death is necessity life is a choice

There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval. The dark background which death supplies brings out the tender colors of life in all their purity.

Say not: I live today, I shall die tomorrow. Divide not reality between life and death. Say: now I live and die.

I'd been living luminously between two eternities of darknness.

As Socrates so philosophically put it, since we don't know what death is, it is illogical to fear it.

Life may be scaryBut it's only temporary.And this is perhaps the most comforting conclusion to be reached if one discounts the possibility of meaning.from: Antinatalism A Thought Experiment

Life may be scaryBut it's only temporary.And this is perhaps the most comforting conclusion to be reached if one discounts the possibility of meaning.

Ultimately, what I am seeking in the photograph taken of me... is Death: Death is the eidos of that Photograph

Fretting over how life ends, or anything else for that matter, is a complete waste of time.

i am n0t aFraiD oV deaTh, I juX dun waNna Be thEre weN iT haPpeNZ !

Last breath is rare, therefore expensive. However, we prefer to stay poor ... (Dernier soupir est rare, donc cher. - Pourtant, on préfère rester pauvre...)

Death lasts only a moment, but we think about it every moment. (La mort ne dure qu'un instant, - Mais on y pense chaque instant)

I'd never understood why anyone would want to live forever. It had always seemed to me that death lent life a certain poignancy, a necessary tension.

Hast thou found out, Voltaire, that it is bliss to die, And does thy hideous smile over thy bleached bones fly?

Wit defies deathbut death defines wit

I was born tomorrowtoday I liveyesterday killed me

It may be that we have all lived before and died and this is Hell.

If there is another world he lives in bliss. If there is none he made the best of this.